Time does a pretty poor job of waiting.
Or how else could one explain the fact that we are already done with the first 6 months of 2016 and my list of goals is still far from being fully dealt with?
I know I am not the only one with their Goals list not even halfway dusted.
(I hope I am not alone…tell me I am not the only one…but it’s okay if I am…I am cool with that…I am cool like that)
Truth is, I’m not too good at adhering to deadlines. It’s a very bad trait that has to do with poor time management skills, I know.
Hubby still reminded me of that wonderful quality
of mine this morning.
Him: When is D2’s ‘graduation’?
Me: I ‘think’ July 9 or thereabouts..
Him: Is there anything we need to get him for the event?
Me: ‘They’ sent a memo from the school last week asking us to get him a black suit…white shirt and bowtie
Him: Since last week?…if you like, wait till the last minute but just don’t ‘start’ chasing me all around with phone calls asking me to ‘start looking’ for black suits all over Lagos one day to the event…
Bros, don’t worry..I will handle it.
Yeah. Like I did during the kiddies show earlier in the month…when I started scouting for a plain black T-shirt (after work..late into the night) a day to an event for which I got the memo 3 weeks in advance!
Blame it all on the pregnancy brain…5 years after.
But I digress. Enough of me
and my absent-mindedness, for now. This is really not about deadlines, we will get round to that some other time.
Seeing that the first half of the year is practically over, what have you been up to?
What have I been up to?
Am I the only one here who feels that time flies too swiftly? I mean, when did we ring in the new year? Just yesterday…it seems.
I remember a favorite (growing up) song of
my dads mine (by Christie Essien Igbokwe…sure you don’t know her).
The chorus goes thus:
”Time waits for no man…man waits for time..use your talents successfully…yeah yeah yeah…”
(Who else has / had a beautiful little turntable
box perched majestically atop a black shelf with tens of albums of Boney M, Christie Igbokwe, Sunny Ade, Obey Commander, Sunny Okosun…flanking it on both sides?…pretty old school..very)
Time is mean…it waits for no man. Does not wait for me to get my acts together and start acting on my dreams and goals.
Time waits for no one.
We are the one who always wait for the ‘right’ time to start taking the little steps that would develop into giant strides.
Perfect time. Perfect opportunities. Perfect mood. Perfect family. Perfect size. Perfect shape. Perfect weather.
Truth is, there never is going to be a right time for us to start actualizing our goals.
There is never going to be ‘the’ perfect time to get started.
We are the ones to create the right and perfect time out of the imperfect situations around us.
I mean If I whine from now till eternity, it does not change the fact that I have only 24 hours daily..to live…and create…and impact (throw in some sleep, squabbles, refereeing, school runs, work, writing, cooking, etc)
A friend told me about an acquaintance of hers- a lady who consistently wrote (daily) and succeeded in publishing about 4 books while holding down a job, pursuing a degree, ‘wifing her husband’ and raising their children!
Seriously, we can get so bogged down with the daily rituals of sleeping, waking, settling squables, refereeing, social media, social media, economy forecast, rising cost of living, Brexit, NDAs, Boko Haram, ISIS, etc…which are all legitimate by the way…that we deprive ourselves of actually LIVING. And living well with what we have been given.
Live well to realize, rightly that we need to start working on our goals, dreams and aspirations. Right now.
Take a peek at my Goals for year 2016 below:
Very simple goals, right?
I think so too. (The blown-up version does not look so simple)
But if that blob of purple up there could talk or move, it is going to smack me right across the butt or face.
I seriously do a very poor job of impressing my goals list and myself so much that I have given up on trying for me. But I am not giving up entirely…I still am trying. I cannot afford not to.
Because to cease trying is to cease living.
When we realize that other people’s happiness(es) are dependent on our little piece of purple or black 10-point or 20-point creed
goals, we have a validation of our living.
Simply put, we cannot afford to fail. We cannot afford to deprive other people of the trickles of happiness or respite, regardless of how insignificant.
But if we do not want to fail, we have to start moving.
What is that one thing or 10 things you need to do?
Twenty years from now, would you give yourself a pat on the back for trying or a smack on both cheeks for being too cowardly to take the little step needed to move?
Twenty years from now, I do not want to be disappointed with myself. For the things I was too cowardly to do. For the chances I failed to create or the chances I failed to take.
Six months have gone by but we still have six months left which is all the time we really need.
Today is all the time we need.
Scratch that. NOW, is all the time we need because the next moment / hour / day / week / year is not promised.
Remember…time waits for no one.
Do something today that your future self will thank you for.
Time waits for no one.
How about we pay Time back in its own coin by stopping the waiting game?
Place a call through to the swimming coach and book a session. Now.
Get out a piece of paper and pen or draw your computer close and put down the first words that come to your mind. Now.
Scout the Web for schools offering that program you’ve been putting off. Now.
Write a business plan for that business idea you’ve been dreaming about. Now.
Place a call through to your loved one(s). Now.
Search for online self-improvement courses you can try out. Now.
Even if we fail to complete all our goals, it should not be from not trying.
Even if we fail, the only regret we will not have is NOT trying.
Are you going to take the first step? Now?
PS: Did you read this post?
PPS: Have you signed the petition?
PPPS: Be kind enough to visit…I’ll sleep better tonight seeing one more signature added to the pool.